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Haiku Triptych

Jessica Coles — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 16:31:17 +0000

refine the limit
through lines of imagining
across anywhere

we are just this
adjusted angle of sight
wandering flight paths

with ink fingertips
down margins across pages
I will follow you

Dear imogen,

Jessica Coles — Wed, 11 Mar 2009 14:11:51 +0000

I don’t know where you’ve gone and I miss you. Please come home soon.

Kisses,
Jess

once I was in love with a girl

Jessica Coles — Wed, 18 Feb 2009 04:39:20 +0000

who had nothing less than words
scribbled in the margins
to tempt me across borders
and other arbitrary lines

I never knew her real name
so I scratched the name she gave
inside the body of my guitar
so she could sound out secrets
as my fingers plucked the strings

Three Lines Free

Jessica Coles — Sat, 22 Nov 2008 00:44:50 +0000

I saw you in the big mall wearing some gawdawful concoction of the fashion industry. Your look of careful disdain or displeasure was intriguing. I think perhaps we should sit down and talk about the exact placement of those three strands of hair. Call me. Or whatever.

Open Letter to the Jerkface Crap-head who Stole My Posts for His Own Blog

Jessica Coles — Fri, 31 Oct 2008 17:47:40 +0000

Dear Plagiarizing Asshole,

Seriously, what the hell? I know it was a pretty long shot that I would find you, but thanks to Copyscape, I did. I know I’m a pretty good writer, and you did select some of my finer moments, but I’m at a loss. If you are, as you claim to be, a 40 year old man, I would think you know better than to steal intellectual property. You probably do know better than that. Which just makes the whole thing that much sadder. I am sad that you think your own words are so insufficient that you need to steal mine. I do put a bit of work in them, but you probably knew that.

I’ll give you a bit of credit. You did take down the posts that I pointed out were plagiarized from my site. And knowing as you did that you hadn’t plagiarized only my work, you did the honourable thing and deleted your entire blog archive after I left my comments. To start over, you said. Because, you said, your blog had been unfocussed and you wanted to shift themes. Or some garbage like that. You could have emailed me to apologize. But you didn’t. Because you’re probably just mad you got caught. Which is what makes you Fuckwit of the Month in my records.

There really isn’t much more to say about it. Except that I will leave you in my del.icio.us bookmarks as “Plagiarizing Asshole” and I will be checking in on you from time to time. Not just for myself, but for all the people I know you plagiarized. And I have to say, couldn’t you have been a little more discreet than to plagiarize recognizable images from fairly well-known bloggers? I shake my head.

With a big old fuck you,

Jess

EDIT (01/11/08): It seems the offending party has deleted his blog account entirely. I can’t decide whether I’m happy that it’s gone or upset that I can’t keep my eye on him anymore. Probably both.

over and over and over again.

Jessica Coles — Fri, 17 Oct 2008 19:19:25 +0000

You’ll notice I borrowed a page from your book.
It was very important to the story.
I accidentally ate it.
I’m sorry.

Dear genuinely crazy person,

Jessica Coles — Wed, 06 Aug 2008 22:23:33 +0000

I, in no way, miss our previous prolonged interaction. I do not miss being forced daily to view the world through your distorted eyes. I only wish that I could conduct our current occasional and brief conversational contact with a single iota of grace. All I ask is a single witty rebuttal, one wisp of my esprit de l’escalier to breeze into the present and utterly unhinge you at the jaw. But I am slowly accepting that I won’t win with you. I hope that in time you find a way to wander off a cliff, or perhaps, simply, literally gouge out of your shrivelled brain the thought that I not only care about your continuing existence, but that I am out to get you.

Sincerely,
Me

Dear imogen,

Jessica Coles — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 18:59:05 +0000

Sometimes you write about horrible/agonizing incidents. And I forget to look at the topic. Because the words remind me how much I’ve missed you. And the way you look at the world. With beautiful words.

Dear witness (the unreliable kind),

Jessica Coles — Wed, 12 Mar 2008 03:51:34 +0000

I wrote you a letter, tore it into pieces, and planted it three feet from the North Saskatchewan River. It should arrive via ocean current. Barring that, it will arrive by continental drift in a few thousand years. Please respond as soon as it arrives. I have marked several pieces “Urgent”.

Dear imogen,

Jessica Coles — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 17:23:04 +0000

I came to visit you and your man last night. Only I brought my whole family. And you yelled at us for throwing popcorn around the kitchen (even though it did the most amazing slow-motion snowflake falling) because the kitchen was where you had to sleep that night. And you had gallons of vodka of different flavours lining the counters and more wine than I thought any one person would own (even puzzling wine in boxes and red wine being stored in the fridge). I wondered how much you thought I would drink in the week I would be there. As we sat around the kitchen table with our morning coffee, your man asked me why I used such bright blues on the link list for my blog. I woke up craving potato chips and trying to convert CMYK values to hex codes for milder shades of blue.